Harry Fuchs

I remember the first time I met Mr. Fuchs...I was a freshman in college and had come to your home in Woodmere to spend a little time with Nancy. I can remember your father's kindness and his smile from those many years ago. I can still see Mr. Fuchs sitting at the head of your dinner table, his laughter over some now long forgotten joke and making me feel right at home.

I am so sorry for the loss of you father, your husband.